The fourth dawn rose over Buganda with a quiet heaviness. Even the palace drums seemed slower, as if aware that these final negotiations could shape the future of two kingdoms.
Inside the council hall, the air was thick with the scent of burning herbs and anticipation. The Kabaka raised his hand.
"Buganda still has matters to discuss," he declared. "Let us begin."
A military elder, broad-shouldered and scarred from years of battle, stepped forward.
"We request a training exchange," he said. "Strategy, logistics, formations—everything that makes Nuri's army feared. If we are to stand as allies, our strength must not be the weaker link."
The council murmured agreement.
Juma nodded. "This is a reasonable request. A strong ally strengthens us both. Nuri will take on this task, but with limits. We will train your soldiers, teach strategy, formations, and battlefield planning… but some secrets must remain within Nuri."
